Walking down towards the river, Vyasa came upon a spider scurrying along in a rush.
`What’s the hurry?’ he asked the spider.
`Arjuna’s chariot is about to pass this way’, the spider replied. `If I am caught under its wheels, I’m done’.
Vyasa laughed at the spider. `No eye gets wet when you die, the world suffers no loss when you are killed,’ Vyasa informed him.
The spider was naturally upset. `You pompous man…..You feel that if you die, it will be a great loss, and you think that doesnt apply to me….Let me remind you–I too have a home, a wife and children…I too have hunger, thirst, joy, pain, I too feel the agony of separation and I too love life as much as you do…The world is as much in me as it is in you…’
For man and beast and insect and worm, these things are common, Vyasa reminded him. `But enquiry into the ultimate, yearning for beauty, truth and goodness, awareness of the underlying unity, these attributes of wisdom are the unique treasures of mankind’, he added and went ahead on his way.